#benedkt

[marsheo]

@benedkt​ ,

thimble digits grazed along the skin belonging to marshall seo not by his own accord.   optics trickled downward,    implanted onto the fingers owned by benedikt​ montagov.   a grin quickly wipes over the man’s smug expression,   leaning back as if benedikt was to admire his scars.   he wasn’t necessarily proud of his scars,   but he did learn to embrace them even if it was just slightly.               ❝     i know,    i know.   i’m so brave,   wouldnt you say ?   i got this one in a wrestle with a shark.     ❞               he beamed,   though clearly,   as per usual,   his tone laced with thick sarcasm.

[montagvs]

@benedkt​     ›    “  on a scale of one to ten,     how screwed are we?  ”

roma hums in lieu of a response,      pinching bandages together and securing them with the last pin,     fetched from benedikt’s own mouth as he had demanded his cousin hold them there to keep him from talking.     his features twist into an expression they are both well-versed in detecting.     a brief flash of worry before roma shrugs his shoulders,     looking at the blood already seeping through cotton and pushing away the urge to poke at it just to get back at benedikt for his stupidity.         ❛  if lord montagov were to find out,  ❜     lips purse in thought with an amused raise of his brow.          ❛  eleven.     if we contain this and see that those scarlets pay for the blood they had you spill before he wakes tomorrow . . .     two,     three at most.  ❜     the promise of more violence falling from his lips makes roma’s stomach turn and the amusement in his expression drops.     roma tells himself that it is what his father would want him to say,     what his father would have him do.         ❛  just tell me why.     i will always fight beside you,     but i want to know what it is they said to you,     for you to fire first.  ❜